M.A.D.
They just wanted to ask the man a few questions. Simple questions, not that much of a big deal. Ordinary questions, like where did his roommate usually hangout that late in the day and whether he had happen to see a huge pile of wooden crates with the words 'EXPLOSIVES' written on the outside. Normal, regular, non-threatening stuff.
The guy, however, was running like a scared rabbit the second he saw their car park on the other side of the street, like he could smell Federal agents or something.
"That's new," Deeks pointed out, watching with a smirk as their suspect tripped over a fruit stand, two women AND narrowly avoided a street lamp in his mad rush to escape from the deli. "Usually they take off after we say something."
Kensi tried to hide her smile at the comment. Leonard Portland had no criminal record apart from a few parking tickets and, other than a poor choice in roommates, who just happened to be a known terrorist, he should have no reason to run from them. Specially when he was that damn clumsy at the actual running part. "I'll cut him off at the end of the street," she called over coms, jumping back into the driver's seat. "Try to avoid any rabid dogs this time, will ya?"
The LAPD detective resisted the urge to roll his eyes in a very unmanly manner. One time! A dog had eaten his shoe and half his pants ONE TIME and he was never going to hear the end of it. "Leonard! LAPD!" he called out, running down the street. "We just wanna talk!"
Leonard, however, was not in the mood to be chatty. He was also, fortunately, not the fastest of runners.
He raced across the street, angry car horns in his wake, and moved straight into the nearest pitch-black alley, pausing only briefly to throw a pile of trash-filled boxes and pull a container in the way.
"Leonard! Just stop! You'll only make things worse for yourself if I get crap on my new shoes!" Deeks called out, trying his best to jump over the obstacle course the escaping man had laid down for him. However, the meager street lights that managed to seep into the alley were not enough to allow Marty to succeed unscathed, something he quickly realized as his foot landed on something squishy. "Seriously man! That's just nasty!"
The loud screech of car tires pulling at the end of the alley made both men stop on their tracks as a large car came to a stop, cutting off the exit, front lights flooding the dark and effectively blinding them both.
"Kense, tell me that's you," Deeks whispered even as he drew out his gun.
Kensi's concerned warning of 'I see the car Deeks- that's not me! I repeat, that is not a friendly!" came almost at the same time as the deafening sound of the rapid volley of an automatic weapon being discharged into the alley.